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NIGHT 
MAGIC 

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OTHER 
POEMS 



RUTH ELLIOT 




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Night Magic 

and Other Poems 

BY 

Ruth Elliot 




BOSTON 

The Stratford Co., Publishers 
1919 






Copyright 1919 

The STRATFORD CO., Publishers 

Boston, Mass. 



The Alpine Press, Boston, Mass., U. S. A. 



MAY 12|yi9 

IGI.A515492 



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Contents 

Songs op the Out o' Doors „.„„ 

PAGE 

Night Magic 1 

The Song of the Roving Foot ... 2 

Retreat 3 

The Call of Spring 5 

The Herd Girl 6 

NightfaU 7 

The Storm . 8 

A Blind Man's Thanksgiving ... 10 

Living 12 

The Storm 13 

The Conqueror 14 

His Trail 17 

Hope 19 

Tramping 20 

Morning 21 

Spring 22 

Love Ltbics 

Rebirth 25 

Homage 27 

To a Soldier 28 

'*! Love You StiU" 30 

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CONTENTS 

PAGE 

Come Back Love 31 

Praise 32 

A Man's Man 33 

A Woman's Prayer 34 

I Love Him 35 

Consolation 36 

Prayer 37 

Flood 38 

Enlightment 39 

Disillusion 40 

To You 41 

Child Poems 

The Potato Bug 45 

Falling Down 46 

The Deer Head 47 

Relief • . . 48 

LuQaby 49 

Little Boy Blue 50 

Lullaby 51 

Miscellaneous 

Messengers of Peace 55 

Christmas Morn 56 

Christmas Hymn 57 

Prayer .59 

Just Smile! 60 

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Night Magic 

WHEN the wail of the swamps and the 
marsh -hen's call, 
And the moan of the southern pine 
All meet 'neath the rays of a yellow moon, 
And the charm of a hoot-owl's whine 
In the magic sway of a southern night. 
And the call of the southern sea, 
There's a thrill to life and a rush of joy 
That's a breath of eternity. 



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NIGHT MAGIC 



The Song of the Roving Foot 

WHEN you hear the call of the Roving 
Foot, 
It's up and it's far away; 
When you follow where roads wind over the 
plain, 
From dawn 'til set of day. 

For the Song of the Roving Foot is loud, 

And it sings with a siren call. 
Though the lure of the home and the heart is 
strong 

'Tis a song that can still them all. 

So at the call of the Roving Foot, 

It's up and it's far away, 
'Tis the call of Life leads over the road, 

From dawn 'til the set of day. 



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Retreat 

THERE where the sea-gull dips his wing, 
There where the passing breezes sing, 
Their lullaby of rest, 

There where the blue-fringed gentians vie 
With deeper blue of wave and sky- 
Is Nature wholly blest. 

High o'er the lily's flaming lips. 
Light as he darts, the hummer dips. 

Or butterfly awing; 
Past where the blue-bell nods its head. 

Past where the berries cluster red. 
The pines and the waters sing. 

Late when the moon is swinging low, 
Sending its path o'er the waters, slow 

On the heels of the dancing wave, 
Swings a canoe, and its paddle's dip 

Silently vies with the slip-slap-slip 
Of the water's listless lave. 



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NIGHT MAGIC 

There where the night sends out its peace, 
There where the day brings quick release 
From fretting cares that bind, 
There where the world seems far away, 
There where we may have faith for aye. 
Soul-happiness we find. 



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OTHEE POEMS 



The Call of Spring 

THE winds call over the plains, my lass, 
The green spreads over the hills, 
The birds are calling to us, my lass. 
To go where the spirit wills. 

The air is filled with a thrill, my lass. 

The world is beginning to wake. 
For Spring's in the earth and the air, my lass, 

And it's over the moor and lake. 

Then up with a joy and a hope, my lass, 

We'll travel the king's highway, 
We'll start with the birds and the spring, my 
lass. 

And frolic the live-long day. 

For the way of life is broad, my lass, 
And the springtime zeal is strong, 

Then up with a joy and a hope, my lass, 
And brighten my way with song. 



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NIGHT MAGIC 



The Herd Girl 

A PASTURE land, the evening calm 
Falls misty over all. 
Across the deep'ning silver gloom 
Rings low the herd girl's call. 

She flings aside the pasture bars, 
The while she dreams pursues, 

And softly with her whistle sweet 
Her fancies bright renews. 

There, still and dark against the sky, 
Where night-fall waits above, 

She hears the challenge cry of youth, 
The call to life and love. 



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Night-Fall 

ORANGE and gold all flung across 
And here and there, a tinge 
Of purple into yellow melts, 
Beneath — the trees, a fringe. 

The graying twilight settles down. 
The birds have ceased, but hark! 

A growing chorus of night things, 
And after that — the dark! 



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NIGHT MAGIC 



The Storm 

THE rising winds the raindrops lash, 
The mighty moan and crick-crack-crash 
Of tree on tree beneath! 
The frothing waves with thundering roar, 
Break wild upon the rock strewn shore 
Where hard the breakers seeth. 

All green and blue, all gray and black, 
The waves hurled fiercely up and back 

Show dark against the sky. 
The ever-leadening heavens blend 
The purple glow, where lightnings rend, 

With angry red on high. 

But up and over all the blast 

Of wave and foamings heavenward cast, 

Peals loud the thunder's squall. 
And wilder, shriller, as they fling 
Their gray-white bodies on the wing. 

Shrieks high the sea-gulls call. 



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As crack and crash, as moan and roar 
Rise high on the resounding shore 

And clouds in thunder form, 
Up, whirling, raging as it pants 
The unmeasured tumult to enhance, 

Maddened, comes the storm. 



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NIGHT MAGIC 



A Blind Man's Thanksgiving 

I THINK I see the bright sunshine, 
And too, the flicker of the leaves, 
The dancing shadows of the tree, — 
The shifting patterns that it weaves. 



I see the softness of the grass, 

The hazy blue of open sky, 
The clouds that, white across the blue, 

Make sport as they go drifting by, 

I see the shimmer of the lake, 
The whiteness of the lovely sand, 

The blue green thickness of the pines 
That, dark, behind the waters stand. 

I see the flashing glint and spark 

Of all the living things awing 
As over pool, or fern, or flow'r, 

They poise, and hang, and dart, and swing. 

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OTHER POEMS 

Long years have left me visionless; 

And when the deepening darkness preys 
Upon the vision of my soul, 

And its enduring brightness grays, 

I humbly thank my Maker then 

That I had vision once to see 
"What sunshine on a rushing wave, 

Or forests deep with shade might be. 



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NIGHT MAGIC 



Living 

TO be alive! to smell the scent of burning 
leaves, 
To revel in the gusts of wind 
That send the blood careening through your 

veins, 
To see the sky all blue, then purple-gold, 
And hear the music of a thousand living things, 
That's to be alive! 



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The Storm 

HOW black the barren trunks of lofty pines, 
Which weave a stately pattern 'gainst the 

sky, 
Where dull gray spreads too dead to hold the 

sun 
Which like an orange disk is trembling hung in 

space ! 
The frogs full chorus from the bayou's depths! 
Then quickly from the blackening northern sky, 
Comes up with rush and roar the rising wind. 
The stiff tall pines stand straight, then lean, and 

lean, 
Then right themselves, and lean, and lean again, 
Like some advancing host they downward crash, 
The victims of the furious battling storm ; 
With rising force it crashes on its way, 
Its wake — a chaos, silent with despair, 
Then like a frightened beast its sullen roar 
Falls silent, and a softly sighing wind 
Steals through the trees to watch the moon arise. 

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NIGHT MAGIC 



The Conqueror 

THE pines, how still, how bare ! 
And out on brilliant ice and jagged snow 
Where blackened sky waits breathless overhead. 
The moonbeams rest in rose and purple gleam, 
The air hangs cold — ^the moon is shot with red. 



What form is this to dare 

To break the stillness, thwart the moonbeams' 

sport, 
To send those ringing notes so glad and gay 
To heaven, and defy the brilliant moon, 
To mock the winter and its demons stay? 



A shadow blots the moon. 

The wind begins to stir the breathless air. 

In quick 'ning gasps it shakes the lifeless pines. 

The brilliant ice has changed to deadly gray, 

Which here and there a jagged hole defines. 

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That merry voice ! too soon 

The wind 'gins lash him as he bends, 

And graceful moves to stride the broad expanse, 

The blackness settles down ; with deadly moan 

The pines now rock, the tumult to enhance. 

And still he carols on; 

And still the echoes muffled make reply, 

And still his strides the rushing wind would 

break, 
Past jagged hole or ice-clump's deadly snare 
Still struggling on, he gains the outer lake. 

And so the night is gone ! 
At last when morning 's purple rays outburst 
O'er-shot with red the wondrous dawn disclose, 
The silence broods again o'er crystal ice, 
And vanquished now are man's demonic foes. 

How now ! he falls, is down ! 

Why yields he when his way at last is free. 

Why strives he not to conquer pain and cold ? 

But ah! he rises, battles, and is on 

With lagging steps which struggle to be bold. 

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NIGHT MAGIC 

But sleep appalls ! 

With lurching steps he makes his painful way, 
And dragging slowly staggers to his door ; 
He stiffens now, and "Conqueror," he cries — 
Then sinks to deathly sleep, his vigil o'er. 



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His Trail 

HE reeled and swayed from the camp that 
night, 
He left his trail of red on the white 
Of the snow, as he scourged his tired dogs 
'er the jagged ice and the frozen logs. 

He left his trail on the frozen air 

Of crashing scourging and ravings, where 

He cursed the dead dark stillness past 
Where the breadth of snow meets the sky at 
. last. 

And back at the end of the trail he 'd run 
A woman had given her life for his son. 

At thought of the dead his brain grew wild 
And mad, he cursed the new-born child. 

And still back there at the end of the trail 

An infant voice sent up its wail 
Another being born to cry 

And curse in time at the northern sky. 

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NIGHT MAGIC 

He reeled and staggered and swayed and swung, 
Into the night where the stillness hung; 

But the treacherous ice demanded prey, 
And the red dawn found him stiff and gray. 



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Hope 

THE days seems dark, 
The wind is high, 
And rages loud 
Through the darkened sky, 
But hark to the robin's note! 

The raindrops fall. 

And the shifting mass 

Of threatening clouds 

O'er the dull sky pass, 

But see! there is blue afloat. 

The world seems dark, 
But hear the song, 
And the rift of blue 
Sends our hearts along 
With trills from robin 's throat. 



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NIGHT MAGIC 



TRAMPING 

WE'RE off for a tramp thro' woodlands 
and swamps, 
"We'll swing on our way with the lightest of 
feet, 
While we thrill with the joy of a life on the 
road, 
And our hearts sing a song thro' the noon- 
tide heat. 

We've comrades aplenty to liven the way; 
There's the call of the birds and the nod of 
the flow'rs, 
There's the song of the wind and the scent of 
the pine. 
If we wish joy in life, for the asking it's ours. 

So we'll tramp from the dawn till the set of the 
sun 
And we'll glory in life, and we'll revel at 
sight 
Of the beautiful things by the side of the way 
Till tramping days end in the Great Journey's 
night. 

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Morning 

HEIGHO, 'tis morning ! come over the hills, 
Drink in the sunshine the morning air 
thrills, 
Breezes are blowing the flowerets' plume, 
Follow the brook past the bluebell's full bloom. 

Come tread the fern and the moss as you go, 
See where the grasses and wild flowers grow, 

Follow the footpath 'neath widespreading trees 
Past where the marsh reed bends low with the 
breeze. 

Heigho, awaken ! leave sleep on the wing ! 

List while the robins their morning lays sing. 
Up now, be merry! ere care's on its way, 

Laugh hale and hearty, its high holiday! 



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NIGHT MAGIC 



Spring 

THE birds have come winging and singing 
their way 
Up from the southland in brilliant array, 
Have come singing and swinging o'er woodland 

and glen, 
Their piercing note ringing thro' moor and 
thro' fen. 

Their songs have come wailing and flailing the 

air, 
With the gladness and sadness of joy and of 

care, 
Have come sailing and hailing the springtide 

anew, 
Have come with the paling of wintertide's hue. 

Come, list to the lilting and tilting so gay. 
And hear the bright message that spring's on 

the way, 
How the wilting and melting of winter is o'er, 
And joy's in the music of God's out-o'-door. 

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Love Lyrics 



Rebirth 

HARK ! how the song of rapture 
Sinks to a moaning gray, 
While my love's once throbbing life-beats 
Flutter and die away. 

Silence, the great gray silence, 
Of a sudden deep despair, 
While I seek the cool deep woodlands 
Plunging I know not where. 

I only know that the sad wind 
Is telling the brook its tale. 
That the somber fir-tree shudders 
Wrapped in a mourning veil. 

I only know that the sunshine 
Has fled from my glad dream-hills ; 
That the scent of the blown rose-petals 
My soul with madness fills. 

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NIGHT MAGIC 

And I pray to my God in anguish, 
That the veil of gray may lift 
That the cry of my heart be lightened, 
That the leaded hours be swift. 



And down in the depths of the woodland 

Alone with the soul of the earth, 

I witness the great Creator 

Give my tortured soul new birth. 



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Homage 

WHEN the morn gleams fresh with the 
dew, love, 
And the winds blow soft from the sea. 
The thought of you into my soul, love, 
Comes creeping with day's high glee. 

Comes from the wind-swept mountains, 
From the breath of the new-waked plain, 
Comes from the sunshine that hovers 
O'er fields agleam with the rain. 

When the night has come up from the sea, love, 
And the air is so softly still. 
Thoughts of you linger near, love, 
My longing soul sweetly fill. 

And then from the plain and the mountain 
The shadows, the moon, and the dew, 
Come visions of you, loved and loving, 
And the whole world pays tribute to you. 



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NIGHT MAGIC 



To a Soldier 

DIDN'T you know when you stood on the 
hill 
With your hand in mine, 
With your hair wreath-twined, and your child 
face flushed, 
That I was thine ? 
You were merely a laddie then 

And I but nine, 
But didn 't you know ? 



Didn't you know as the years went by 

In their onward sweep, 
And your love quick drew responding love, 

From my heart's deep? 
You were so very eager then 

Reward to reap; 
And didn 't you know ? 



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Didn't you know when you met your fate 

With the ebbing tide, 
With the ship of death went up and on 

That my heart died? 
But I had not said I loved you dear, 

Just for fearful pride, 
God grant that you knew! 



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NIGHT MAGIC 



"1 Love You Stiir* 

IF you should marvel that I love you still, 
And loving, have no hope that you my love 
return, 
(Nor ever in the leaden years to come) — 
My only answer to the pain your words would 

bring 
Could be to falter with my heart gone dead, — 
"I love you still!" 

But if from down the dreary waste of years, 
Which echo dully with the world's harsh dim, 
Perchance I hear your name, perchance your 

voice, 
'Twill in some measure help to fill the void 
That echoes only with the words, 
''Hove you still!" 



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Come Back Love 

THE sun lacks warmth; the wind spring's 
cold, 
And my soul with scorn is rife, 
For the op'ning flower and the greening grass 
Fail in their call to life ; 
My soul gone dead for a thousand years, 
(So it seems in the leadened hours) 
Heeds not the call of the wooing spring, 
Nor the luring scent of flowers ; 
Come back, love, with your quickening pulse, 
With your mad desire to thrill. 
Come with the warmth of thy soul's deep fires. 
And the call to life, until 
My soul shall burn with a newfound life. 
And my heart's new hopes shall rise 
Till I taste again the glorious joy 
Of love that is Paradise ! 



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NIGHT MAGIC 



Praise 

IF once thro 'out the endless chain of years 
Which flow unceasing on their onward way, 
A stranger ask in some more serious strain, 
' ' Who was your inspiration and your life ? ' ' 
So full my heart has been, so long unop 'ed, 
'Twould take but that to make my praises flood 
Upon you, like an ocean at high tide, 
To urge my tongue to utter words so high, 
'Twould show you glorious, mighty, likened to 
a god! 



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A Man's Man 

E'S a man, a man's man, 
And he dips his paddle with a mighty 
swing, 
And his voice can make the echoes ring, 
And his heart's all gold. 

He's a man, a man's man, 
And he carries his hopes so high, come weal 
Or woe, he's ablaze with light and zeal, 
And he makes the soul of his comrade feel 
He's a man — all told. 



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NIGHT MAGIC 



A Woman's Prayer 

DEAR God ! oh give me strength and inward 
sight 
To guide with wisdom all my lowly deeds, 
That thought and act may be so fraught with 

right, 
'Twill help him in his daily work and needs ! 
Oh ! help me, God, to give him all I should. 
To be to him companion, friend and wife, 
A mother to his children, brave and good, 
That I may strengthen till I be his life. 



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I Love Him 

I LOVE him, I love him, 
And above him in the bine. 
Birds always seem to trill with joy, 
With happiness anew. 

I love him, and the sunshine 
Glows brighter every day, 
The sorrows of a life time 
Grow faint and fade away. 

I love him, and oh fortune 
Be gracious as before! 
Grant me a thousand ages 
That I may love him more ! 



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NIGHT MAGIC 



Consolation 

IF 1 should never see him more 
Should never feel anew 
The wonder of his two strong hands, 
His spirit tried and true, 
The sunshine in his stirring soul, 
Despair's most sombre hue 
Would fade before the wondrous thought 
That I had learned to love. 
That all the world was sunshine now 
The sky all blue above ; 
Since I had learned his presence filled 
The splendor of the air, 
Since he had come, and made me feel 
That God is everywhere. 



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Prayer 

GOD grant that in the long years thro ' 
I may find work so hard to do 
To make me deep enough of soul 
To cherish that which is my goal 
In only holy light and true. 

Grant me, thou God, who gracious art, 
True sight to see the better part 
Of life, that I may learn to be 
Worthy of him who loveth Thee 
"Worthy to reach his inmost heart. 



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NIGHT MAGIC 



Flood 

LIKE the tidal wave of great desire 
Quenching a hidden inner fire, 
That, flooding our souls with its swish and swirl, 
Drifts us on with its endless whirl, 
The raging, beating, force of love 
Rises our former life above. 
And rushing us up on the crest of its wave, 
Carries us on. 



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Enlightment 

THAT we might see the glint of sunshine on 
the leaves; 
The glory of the gold autumnal haze, 
The beauty of the wooing winds of spring, 
The witchery of summer's changeful ways, 
God gave us love. 



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NIGHT MAGIC 



Disillusion 

WE love and dream, and oh how fair 
The moments passing seem, 
Then all too soon we startled wake 
To find it but a dream. 

At shattered happiness we snatch, 
Our hopes, how drear, how few ! 

When grim reality has dawned 
And lovers prove untrue ! 



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To You 

WHEN the sky glows with, the dawn- 
ing, 
And the world is passing fair, 
A cave man to his cave miss, 
I haste to find thee there. 

Ah! I search the wooded places, 
And I hunt the vine-grown hills. 
But my longing finds no outlet 
For the hurt of pain that thrills. 

E'er illusive through the ages, 
While I as of old pursue, 
You will ever be the cave miss 
I the cave man, after you ! 



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Child Poems 



NIGHT MAGIC 



The Potato Bug 

I DIDN'T know it wasn't good, 
It looked so nice and fat, and stood 
So small on that potato vine. 

It was so pretty and so round, 

With black spots on an orange ground, 
Looked as if 'twould taste just fine. 

So then, I bit it — but you see 

Potato bugs aren't good for me, 
And — ain 't it awful to be nine ! 



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NIGHT MAGIC 



Falling Down 

ONCE when I fell down the stairs 
I hurt myself, and mother, she 
Just kissed me without seolding me, 

And daddy hugged like everything, 
Until it made my heart just sing, 

But my ! 'twould take a half a town 
To tell how I felt falling down ! 



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The Deer-head 

THEY always said I was a-scared 
To pass the deer-head in the hall, 
But I just couldn't be afraid — 
They said it wouldn't bite at all. 

"Why, I just couldn't be afraid. 
Because its fur was soft and fine, 
And all its horns were shiny hard, 
But oh! the way big eyes can shine! 



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NIGHT MAGIC 



Relief 

WHEN I was very, very small, 
And couldn't stay up late at all, 
Oh, once I dreamed an awful way 
That made me feel like — I can't say! 

I dreamed my mother was a-float 

And sailing in a little boat, 
And then when I began to cry 

I woke — and she was there, — and my! 



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Lullaby 

SLEEP, my little baby dear, 
oh, sleep, sleep, sleep. 
While the shadows drift and scatter 

on the deep, deep, deep. 
And goblins all are fearful 

as they creep, creep, creep. 
Round my love. 

Rest, my little honey, while 

I croon, croon, croon. 

And the vapors shift and hover 

round the moon, moon, moon, 

Your eyelids close in slumber 

to the droon, droon, droon 

Of my love. 



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NIGHT MAGIC 



Little Boy Blue 

LITTLE Boy Blue with the tangled curls, 
Come in the meadow with me and play, 
Tell me now why the brooklet purls. 
Ask again why I sing so gay ! 

Little Boy Blue with the sleepy cries 
Come to my arms while I sing to you, 

Where have you vanished. Drowsy Eyes? 
Were you a dream, my little Boy Blue ? 

Who comes a-striding up thro' the gloom, 

Who sings as only a lover can. 
Is it a stranger lad come home? 

'Tis little Boy Blue become a man. 



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Lullaby 

THE wind is crooning low, my honey, 
The birdling soar now swift now slow, 
The sky is black with clouds, my honey, 
Sleep, my little honey — oh. 

The leaves are whirling down, mj honey. 
The trees are bending to and fro, 
The rain is hurling hard, my honey, 
Sleep, my little honey — oh. 

So sleep and dream, my little honey. 
Mother watching, holds you so, 
All her dreams about you hover, 
Sleep, my little honey — oh. 



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Miscellaneous 



Messengers of Peace 

THE song of a voice from far away 
Flushing the world a sunset rose, 
A lovely note on the stUlness gray 
And deep in the soul a great repose. 

A radiant flash in the darken 'd sky, 
A stir of life through the still night air, 
The lilt of a laugh that forbids a sigh, 
And the soul 's deep joy comes full and fair. 

Thus to the soul so deeply sad. 

In a rosy mist and the dawn 's release, 

In words from the heart that is gay and glad, 

Steal forth the messengers of peace. 



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NIGHT MAGIC 



Christmas Morn 

THE snow glows crimson with flush of dawn, 
The morning breathless waits beyond the 
hills, 
Life, life with its exaltation bears us on, 
'Tis Christmas, Christmas morn! 

Another day to live a lifetime full, 

To revel in exultant joy and hope. 

To know that Christ the Saviour reigns supreme, 

Love glorifies the morn. 



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Christmas H5ann 

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EXULT, exult, lift high your heads, 
And glad your voices heavenward fling, 
Afar 'neath Bethlehem's shining skies, 
Is born this day Creation's King. 

Refrain : 

Lift high your heads, your voices raise. 
Exult, exult, be glad and sing. 
Let high and low alike proclaim 
Jesus the Son of God our King. 

II 

The eastern skies are flushed with day 
Where late the darkened heav'ns fair 
With bright and radiant glory flamed. 
All glowing 'neath that wondrous star. 

Refrain : 

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NIGHT MAGIC 

III 

Through every land this Christmas day 
Will surge anew glad hope, that sings 
In hearts that bow before Thy throne; 
Jesus, thou Lord, the King of kings ! 

Refrain : 



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Prayer 

LOED, when the tempest rages 
Bid me to learn 
Strength then to calm my passion ; 
Bid me to yearn, 
High for the things Thou lovest, 
Scorning the low, 
Glad for the strength Thou givest, 
Yearning to know ! 



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NIGHT MAGIC 



Just Smile! 

IF the works don't pay, 
Just smile ! 
If the sky looks gray 

For a while, 
Keep a grin on your face, 
Keep abreast the merry pace. 
And if then you lose your place. 
Just smile! 



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